Murder Steer  4/4  (Ian Tyson)

I think this version is right, that last verse is played the same only
slower.

Murder Steer

Am Come all ye brave cow punchers, wherever you may C be
My tale is of the ninties, when the west was wild and Am free
South F Texas Brewster county, an C early work was a goin Am on
Three F  thousand head of cattle, thrown G together in the Am dawn

Am Now the biggest outfits of that time was wentworth and C dubois
There rep was a man named Gilleland sent to represent their Am law
A F man of pride and arrogance, he C was oft described that Am way
And F he set the wheels in motion for the G horrors of that Am day

Am Now on that day a yearling bull was claimed by Henry C Powe
And the roundup boss agreed,  said with Henry he should Am go
Finally F Gilleland loped over and cried C produce the mama Am cow
Or F you'll play hell a takin him and we'll G settle it here and Am
now

Am When Henry powe and Gilleland met in the center of the C herd
Tragedy was near at hand though no one could hear their Am words
But F when the dust had settled on that C january Am day
Henry F Powe was found gunned down G Gilleland rode hard Am away

Am So the boy's dragged out the yearling bull, branded murder on his C
hide
And January twenty on the mavericks other Am side
Then F they turned him loose to wonder like some C phantom of the Am
plains
In F Texas on the full of the moon his G legend still Am remains
(This last verse is slowed down)
Am Out on the lonesome ranges, in the silent mists of C dawn
The ghost steer comes a gliddin, then suddenly he's Am gone
Still F searchin for the cowboys that placed a C curse upon his Am
side
Doomed F  to roam eternity, murder G branded on his Am hide